Bared Feet

Kittina knows her feet could run the world barefoot or wrapped in stockings, and guys like Mugur keep proving her right. Spot a foot guy from across the room? Done. Mugur's one of the easy ones. Give him half a hint about her soles and he turns into a one-man service industry. He would crawl over hot coals just to press his lips to that smooth arch, and she teases the hell out of him until he actually begs. She switches between bare skin and silky stockings, peeling one then the other, then holding her toes an inch from his mouth without ever letting him taste. His tongue moves the second she nods, dragging along her heel, up her sole, between each toe like he's making up for lost time. She laughs, small and quick, the kind of laugh that says she knew exactly how far he'd go before he even blinked.